This is a busy time of the year. And we are so looking forward to what the new year will bring that we forget sometimes that a lovely little part of this year still remains.
We usually get visitors at this time of the year and this year is no exception. The other thing we got (through the usual school route) were terrible infections- sore throats and coughs. My son, the first to come down with it, was also the first to recover. When our first set of visitors arrived, I was flat out (literally) in bed, not able to get up at all.
I was extremely frustrated - my favourite nephew (who visits every year) was here, for a brief visit. My husband was not really available, as he was working on some deadlines. That left my four and a half year old son (who had to be taken care of).
I was thinking, "The kids are here and I have not baked a single thing and can't even take them out or cook any of the things they like..." and so on. It took me a while to calm down and when I did, I realized that the kids (my nephew and his wife) were now in their thirties and they were very happy to babysit my son. They were apparently off sweets on this trip and were happy with fruit, which we had plenty of at home.
My son, who loves walks, showed them some nice paths on the campus. Quite by chance, a few days ago, he had selected some pasta from the market, which turned out to be their favourite too. So they all happily cooked dinner for themselves.
The next day, my son took them to visit some relatives (without his parents, for the first time). Everyone had a wonderful time and I got some time to sleep off my infection and get back on my feet.
It occurred to me that we had all suddenly grown, I don't know exactly when or how, but in wondrous ways, rising to meet the occasion. Little steps that made a big difference.
We usually get visitors at this time of the year and this year is no exception. The other thing we got (through the usual school route) were terrible infections- sore throats and coughs. My son, the first to come down with it, was also the first to recover. When our first set of visitors arrived, I was flat out (literally) in bed, not able to get up at all.
I was extremely frustrated - my favourite nephew (who visits every year) was here, for a brief visit. My husband was not really available, as he was working on some deadlines. That left my four and a half year old son (who had to be taken care of).
I was thinking, "The kids are here and I have not baked a single thing and can't even take them out or cook any of the things they like..." and so on. It took me a while to calm down and when I did, I realized that the kids (my nephew and his wife) were now in their thirties and they were very happy to babysit my son. They were apparently off sweets on this trip and were happy with fruit, which we had plenty of at home.
My son, who loves walks, showed them some nice paths on the campus. Quite by chance, a few days ago, he had selected some pasta from the market, which turned out to be their favourite too. So they all happily cooked dinner for themselves.
The next day, my son took them to visit some relatives (without his parents, for the first time). Everyone had a wonderful time and I got some time to sleep off my infection and get back on my feet.
It occurred to me that we had all suddenly grown, I don't know exactly when or how, but in wondrous ways, rising to meet the occasion. Little steps that made a big difference.
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